Hallo, readers, and Guten Morgen. Anvi here. Today, my school began once again after the week of Diwali holidays we had. In memory of such a sad and distasteful day (uh, I mean, a very bright and hopeful day, of course. sure.), I would like to present a quote from the Bard himself to provide solace in these times. Also, if you ever feel the need to inexplicable forget the answer to a question, please use the following quote, I can safely (not) guarantee that it’ll help you out.
I can say little more than I have studied, and that question's out of my part.
— William Shakespeare
Vielen Dank für ihrer Aufmerksamkeit, Anvi Tuteja.
Presenting – the latest in Reputation – Reaching Cennet: An Ode to Istanbul
Reputation Presents: Reaching Cennet
Reaching Cennet: An Ode to Istanbul is an imitation of Ottoman Turkish poetry. The Turkish word – Cennet – means heaven or Elysium. If you have visited Istanbul, the Queen of Cities, comment down below!
Never before on Earth, has such a heaven been made, O regal city of Istanbul! What I would not give, What I would not sacrifice, for just one of thy holy stones, To spend but one day, flowing, wandering in your beloved visage, Floating among your sleek minarets, your beautiful mosques, and your giving heart, large,
I, weary traveller, have been searching, like the flowing, breathing Mediterranean to preserve thy life force, incessantly, for many a forlorn night, For a beauty that could yet compare, for hospitality that could rival, yet none have besmirched thy light, For even the falling, drowning tea leaves, seem to honour in thy name; yet I am standing still, waiting to be led into cennet, For I have lamented desperately searching for my sentient origin, and now, my search itself has become my origin, with no remnants,
I have spent my days eternally searching for the one to guide me, alone in the company of longing, to spare me from the world’s thorns, Laughing Roses have pricked me, and Fervent Nightingales wept for me; but now, like the Swaying Cypress, pointed flame reincarnate, incandescence is born, My Eternal Lord and Saviour has come to grant the seventh heaven, like the reed pen illuminating the plains of love and life onto this Earth, To save me from the inconstant, and in Istanbul, the seat of Sultans and Caliphates, shall I rejoice in my ceaseless mirth,
But now, only one last selfish request of mine remains, before I leave these worldly tethers, I am Wounded, and Woe is Me, for this harsh Rosegarden world, tries, erodes, and weathers, I am not the first, and I fear I will certainly not be the last, to be afflicted by this love, peerless and profound, I pray, nay, I plead; and shall sacrifice all of Persia, to see Thy sign in doves from Thy world above, steadfastly homebound.
Reaching Cennet: An Ode to Istanbul is an imitation of Ottoman Turkish poetry. The Turkish word – Cennet – means heaven or Elysium.
Never before on Earth, has such a heaven been made, O regal city of Istanbul! What I would not give, What I would not sacrifice, for just one of thy holy stones, ANVI TUTEJA
for we are all meant to find the thing we are meant to do, in this life in this plane of existence you all at least owe me that much
after all the trysts, quests and unyielding searches do not i, too, deserve a chance to live? live a life that is free or at the very least – an imitation of freedom?
in these restless binds here i lie chained laying in waste in your controlling hate
i don’t even know what you want from me sometimes i just don’t understand if i could ever live up to your unreal domineering shadow
and i wish with all my heart that my dreams, that my visions remain forever mine and true; for if real life fails me yet again; i still have myreality
don’t they see that freedom is just a lie; because like happiness it’ll come to bite you back
pain has consumed them loss has consumed you fear once consumed me but i’m done letting thralldom hold me back i’ve got a new path – vengeance
call me misguided call me a cheat call me an outcast but trust me, this is know is true freedom is greater my own…
i wish i had just 20 seconds of love/of light/of lapse 60 seconds, a mere minute, of life
Dear readers, I understand that the plan for Reputation was unfortunately stalled for a few months – however, now, I assure you – Reputation is coming. I would like to present the tracklist for Reputation, and more poems will be added soon!
Incandescence is an anthology of poems that brings a fresh and new perspective to the realm of poetry. Incandescence symbolizes struggle and more importantly, overcoming that struggle to transcend barriers to become something truly incandescent.
Incandescence offers an unfiltered glimpse into the teenage psyche – the feeling of being overwhelmed, of wanting to be more, and the fear of being lost in the crowd of imitators.
Incandescence is a coping mechanism that offers a way to reimagine reality as we know it – all from the comfort of our own living room. With sections titled Rebellion, Emotion, Reflection, Reality Reimagined and Reputation – Incandescence has something for everybody.
Praise for Incandescence:
Foreword by Nirupama Menon Rao (retired Indian diplomat, Foreign Secretary and Ambassador)
"The impression I get from Anvi's poems is that she is a strong, independent and thinking poet! One who believes in herself, has a voice of her own and is prepared to take risks to set her own course in life! A rebel with a cause...at such a young age!!"
- Prakash Jha (Renowned film producer, actor, director and screenwriter) -
“Anvi is a very gifted young woman. Anvi’s poems are extremely soulful, yet innocent and filled with promise.”
- Roshni Nadar Malhotra (CEO - HCL Corporation and Trustee - Shiv Nadar Foundation) -
“Anvi displays a disproportionate amount of maturity and talent, and the free flow of thoughts that one reads in her poems assures us that she will continue and delight us with more sonnets yet to come.”
- Zia Mody (Founder and Managing Partner – AZB & Partners) -
"Anvi's work is striking with tones of rebellion and iconoclasm...and distinctly marked by a resolve to resist convention."
- Arun M. Kumar (Chairman & CEO – KPMG in India) -
About Incandescence:
The cards are on the table; you’re holding and I’m folding.
I don’t want to play this game, but it doesn’t change the fact that I am.
THEY know what I am.
THEY know what I’ve done.
BUT do they know who I am? Or do they see what everyone else sees? A broken enigmatist with nowhere to run? Well, if I can’t run, I’ll hide…
this is the story of fourteen years
and the fourteen months that changed it all
Incandescence paints a picture of the teenage psyche – confused, alone and scared. It talks about being brilliant, beautiful and different by simply being yourself.
By bringing together an anthology of poems, Incandescence embodies what it truly means to be human; what it means to feel scared; what it means to feel loved.
And what it means to feel like you were meant for something more.
Because you were.
And you are.
Relatable to all ages, all Incandescence needs is a cup of coffee, a reliable window seat and the will to imagine.
About The Author:Anvi Tuteja is a master mischief maker, secretly plotting world domination from her imaginary window seat in Gurgaon, India.
She’s an aspirant philosopher, first-time author and a die-hard Potter Head. She sidelines as an Oracle of Prophesies, blogger at WordPress and her family’s self-appointed movie buff.
Anvi has been reading and writing since she was three years old. For her, poetry is a coping mechanism, and in her words – one that doesn’t judge, doesn’t lie and doesn’t make you feel like you’re wrong for simply being the way you are.
Anvi Tuteja is a bundle of contradictions – she reads, but binge-watches anything Marvel; she doesn’t have a social media presence, but she writes a secret diary; and she is a walking Shakespeare encyclopedia, but also a constant music streamer.
In all her work, from her regular posts at her blogsite – http://www.anvituteja.com – to her TEDx talk about New Emerging Technologies – Anvi Tuteja does it all with heart, impatience and love.
Thank you, dear readers, for encouraging me to write more and more. Thank you for all your support (and patience!!) throughout the publishing of Incandescence.
I hope that you will remember my words, be inspired by my thoughts and laugh at my curiosity. On a closing curtain, I hope, if I am so lucky, that my poetry sneaks into a part of your heart and stays there.
Dear readers, This is Anvi Tuteja, the wandering poet writing these long, rambling poems. I know it’s been a while, but I am managing to post more and more now. Juggling ninth grade with about fifty different things that people are demanding my time and attention for, something that reeks suspiciouslyof responsibility, isn’t easy, but I hope to find a balance in my life. I am writing to tell you that yesterday, on 12 August 2021, I made my 100th post on Anvi’s Thoughts Caught! With the collections of the real me and the wandering poet, we hit the 100 post mark! Coincidentally, yesterday was also my three-year anniversary of joining WordPress! So, celebrations all around! It may come as a surprise that it’s my three-year anniversary, but I made an account on 12 August 2018, at about 10 pm and then promptly forgot about it. I began posting in September of last year – 2020. I want to take this opportunity to thank all my readers for allowing just a little bit of imagination in their lives, because we could all use a bit more magic in our lives. Thank you so much for where we’ve reached! Signing Off, Anvi Tuteja
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